Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2000 01:32:09 GMT
From: Jason
Subject: Justin and Jason-13
Justin and Jason-13
This isn't meant to imply anything about anyone in the story, this
story is nothing but fiction. If you are too young or offended, I got two
words for ya GET LOST!
"Who the hell are you?" Justin asked
"What do you mean?" I asked looking him right in the eyes. I knew full well
what he meant, but I wanted to hear him say it.
"What do you mean, what do I mean. You know damn yell what I mean. Who the
hell is that guy? What is he gonna do and why is it gonna cost so much?"
Justin yelled at me. He walked over to the door and just as JC was about
to walk in to get Justin, he slammed the door in his face.
"What the hell is you problem? You just slammed that door in JC's face." I
yelled back. I knew he was mad, but he had no call to do that.
"Why is this guy? What was his name, Troy." Justin asked, he was starting
to calm down. He was still rather pissed.
"Justin, Troy and I have been friends for almost our entire lives. He and
I are closer than our own brothers are. Whenever he needs something, he
calls me; and whenever I need something, I call him. It just so happens
that this is right down his isle." I said to Justin. He had a right to
know, I figured. Besides, I wasn't gonna keep this from him, I didn't want
to lye to him. By now he had walked of to the side of the bed, next to me.
"Jason, is he gonna kill that guy," Justin asked looking down at the
ground.
"Hey" I said to Justin to make eye contact with me "he isn't gonna kill
him. His orders are to bring this guy to me, alive."
"And then what?" Justin asked getting pissed all over again.
"Then we'll see," I said looking straightforward. Justin turned and walked
out of the room. JC was still outside waiting. Justin walked right past
him and out of the hospital to where the rest of the guys were waiting. JC
wasn't too far behind him.
"What the hell was all that about?" JC asked Justin as the got into their
vehicles. JC and Justin where getting into JC's jeep.
"I don't want to talk about, just drive." Justin said. JC had never seen
Justin like this. He wanted to know what was going on, but we didn't want
to push Justin into answering it. He knew it would just piss him off.
Back at the hospital, I just lay in the bed and looked at the
ceiling. I had figure out exactly what I was gonna do. The problem was
that I forgot how Justin would feel about it. Now I didn't know what to
do. I wanted this guy; he had come at me enough times that I knew I had to
do something. On the other hand, what would Justin think, what would he
do? All these questions keep running through my head. I didn't even notice
Tom come into the room.
"Jason? Hello?" Tom said waving his hand in front of my eyes. "Earth to
Jason,"
"Hey Tom, how ya doin'?" I asked smiling and shaking his hand.
"Better than you," Tom said looking at the rig they had me in on the
bed. "Jason, about the other guy.."
"Zack, what about him?" I asked.
"Well, we don't know anything about him. Where does he come from? Is he
capable of the job?
"Listen, Tom. Zack is more than qualified for the job. Him and I go back
a long ways. Trust me, he's got the experience and know how." I said
turning serious and talking the same way.
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. If you trust him that much, I guess
he can't be all bad." Tom said as he took a seat in the corner.
"So, I got a call from the manager of the Backstreet Boys." Tom said and I
just about froze. "What, do you think they were going to forget about it."
"About what?" I asked at first.
"About how you beat the shit out of all of them. Tell me this Jason, who is
it that you always leave people in a bad way, where ever you go?" Tom asked
with a smile on his face. After I saw his expression, I just chuckled.
"I am just lucky I guess." I said.
"Huh, well I am glad someone's got the balls to beat on the bunch of moma's
boys. They really needed an ass wippin'." He said as he stood up
again. "Don't worry about them, I got their pussy of a manager around my
damned finger. He's a push over."
With that he started to walk out of the room.
"Tom, Thanks for stopping by," I said as he turned around and smiled back
at me.
"Don't mention it," He said as he nodded and was out the door. By this
time it was starting to get late, the doctor came in to check on me and
said I was doing surprisingly well. He said I should be out in another few
days. After he left I turned the TV on and caught the news. There wasn't
anything interesting so I turned the channels and found that hospital TV's
really suck. I turned off the TV and by this time it was nine o'clock. It
was still early, but I went to bed anyway.
The guys had gotten out of the studio and wanted to come over to
see me, but Justin didn't want to. This really surprised everyone. Justin
had JC take him to his house while the rest of the guys came to see me. JC
pulled into our driveway and just as Justin was getting out, JC stopped
him.
"Justin, what is wrong with you and Jason?" JC asked in a caring only if
you want to talk about it tone of voice. Justin was glad JC cared, but
just didn't want to talk about it.
"JC, I don't know. I have to think about it. I am glad you care, but I
just don't know." Justin said looking at JC.
"Alright, you know I'm here for ya," JC said.
"Yeah I know, I'm glad too. Goodnight JC." Justin said as he got out and
started toward the house.
Justin entered the house and found police investigators everywhere.
"What the hell!" Justin yelled.
"Mr. Timberlake, I am detective Rhodes. I need to ask you some questions."
I detective said as he came up to Justin.
"What, I'm tired so can we make it quick and get all these people out of my
house." Justin said.
"We can make it quick, but this is a crime scene. It has been for a week
now, we are still looking for any clues." The detective said.
"We're still looking for clues? You guys aren't too good at this are ya? I
figured you would have it done by know." Justin said looking at everyone
there.
"Why haven't you been home lately? We waited for you, but you haven't been
home for a week?" The detective asked.
"I came home this morning, nobody was here then. You guys only work when
you can inconvenience people or what!" Justin asked still looking at what
they'd done to the house.
"Where have you been Mr. Timberlake?" The detective again asked.
"At the hospital, why?" Justin answered.
"Can anyone back that statement up?" Detective Rhodes asked.
"Why? Do you think I might have done this?" Justin asked shocked and
greatly insulted.
"Most murders and attempted murders and committed by a family member or
close friend." Detective Rhodes stated as he started to write something
down.
"Hey, the hell with you. I didn't do anything. I'm innocent." Justin said
as he sat down in a chair.
"Where were you when the incident took place?" Detective Rhodes asked.
"I was upstairs, in b...." Justin almost said 'in bed', but he couldn't.
What would that do to him and me? Now Justin didn't quiet know what to
say. "I was upstairs, sleeping."
"Where were you sleeping?" Detective Rhodes asked.
"In the bedroom," Justin said. He hated saying it, but he wasn't about to
lye to the cop.
"Were you and Mr. Baker sharing the same bed?" He asked.
"What that got to do with anything?" Justin asked. As he asked he stood
up, he'd had enough of this bullshit.
"Were you?" he asked again.
"I tell ya what, I'm done talking to you. You can talk to my attorney
asshole," Justin said as he went upstairs and called his mom.
"Hey mom, its Justin. Can I spend a few nights over there? There are
still cops crawling all over the house." He talked into the receiver as
Lynn listened on the other end.
"Sure, come on over sweetie, I don't have to ask." Lynn said to her son.
"Ok, be over in a little while," He said hanging up the phone and grabbing
a few thing we would need. He walked down the back staircase into the
garage to his car. He opened the garage door and left the house towards
Lynn's.
Meanwhile, the guys had made it to the hospital and found that I
was already asleep. They were about to leave when JC came in and found
them standing their looking at me sleep.
"Guys, what do you think of that guy that Jas was talking to this
afternoon." Chris asked.
"I don't know, but Justin don't like him." JC blurted out with out knowing.
"What do you mean?" Joey asked.
"Nothing," JC answered trying to get out of his corner.
"Bullshit, there is something about this guy that I don't like." Lance
said, "He looks like bad news to me."
"Justin wouldn't tell me why, but I could tell me was pissed at Jason for
some reason, and I'll bet that that's why." JC said. They had taken their
attention of me and were standing in front of my bed talking. They must
have not known how loud they were talking, because they woke me up.
"That is why," I said as they all jumped "Troy is a man that does what
anyone wants him to do, as long as they pay him."
"Anything," Joey asked.
"Well, within reason, but just about anything." I answered.
"Even kill someone?" Lance asked.
"How should I know. I suppose if the price was right, he would." I said.
"He's nothing but bad news." Chris said.
"HEY, Troy is my friend. You think he nothing but bad news. I got news for
ya. If I were in his shoes, I would do exactly what he would be doing." I
yelled. I was getting pissed.
"OK, OK. Sorry" Chris said retracting his statement he'd just made.
"What do you mean, his shoes?" JC asked.
"It's none of you damn business!" I again yelled " Besides I don't think he
lik.....lik..uhh"
As I was standing up for my friend, I got a sudden loss of air and
couldn't finish what I was saying. Then I got a sharp pain in my side and
blacked out. Joey ran to the door and yelled for the doctor, he kept
yelling until someone came.
"OH SHIT, Nurse get in here. Bring a stretcher STAT!!" Yelled the doctor as
he entered the room and saw me lying there, not moving. They guys were
rushed out of the way and I was rushed out of the room.
TBC, sucks when I end it at the good parts, don't it? That's all
for now. You gotta know the routine by now. You have anything you want to
say, mail me at roczilla@hotmail.com